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Coming home for summer At season's end Returning, again and again Reality falls into place Struggles of a long distance race Rationalization of my place, Finite as the lines on my father's face A time of appreciation and humbling grace Each passing day marked and counted Like days upon a jail cell wall Often a dream, the end of summer at beck and call Twice now it was sought with tears and pain Only to realize the sanctity of time and not haste Working towards the world's collection of dreams Reality falls into place Like the tears once upon my face Gone now, as I soon shall be from this familiar space
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Summers of 17
Coming home for summer At season's end Returning, again and again Reality falls into place Struggles of a long distance race Rationalization of my place, Finite as the lines on my father's face A time of appreciation and humbling grace Each passing day marked and counted Like days upon a jail cell wall Often a dream, the end of summer at beck and call Twice now it was sought with tears and pain Only to realize the sanctity of time and not haste Working towards the world's collection of dreams Reality falls into place Like the tears once upon my face Gone now, as I soon shall be from this familiar space
The Summers of my University years Once filled with fear, stress, tears Now calm and serene, simple and clean Tags are, as ironic as it may be, unrelated Unless you decide they aren't
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ConscienceFalls
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ConscienceFalls
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
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